Quotes About Betrayal

No, I wouldn't. I wouldn't tell a soul.' 'People who use that phrase are always the last to live up to it.

Every murderer is probably somebody's old friend," observed Poirot philosophically. "You cannot mix up sentiment and reason.

Romance can be a by-product of crime.

Women are fiends-absolute fiends.

What does one say to a woman who has just killed her husband?

the horror of sitting at a tea table, looking across at my best loved friend, and suddenly realising that the person sitting there was a stranger. That, I think, describes best what Archie was like when he came. He went through the motions of ordinary greetings, but he was, quite simply, not Archie.

Loyalty it is a pestilential thing in crime. Again and again it obscures the truth.

Hemlock in the cocktails, wasn't it? Something of that kind.

you've no idea of the agony of having your characters taken and made to say things that they never would have said, and do things that they never would have done. And if you protest, all they say is that it's 'good theatre.

What a poisonous woman! Whew! Why didn't somebody murder her!" "It may yet happen," Poirot consoled him.

You do not know the force of the German propaganda. It appeals to something in man, some desire or lust for power. These people are ready to betray their country not for money, but in a kind of megalomaniacal pride in what they themselves , were going to achieve for that country. In every land it has been the same. It is the Cult of Lucifer- Lucifer, Son of the Morning. Pride and desire for personal glory !

Lies--and again lies--it amazes me, the amount of lies we had told to us this morning." "There are more still to discover," said Poirot cheerfully.

Kebencian bisa membuat orang jadi buta-- ya jadi buta. Tapi orang buta pun mungkin bisa menikam tepat di jantung.

Clotilde, Miss Marple thought, was certainly no Ophelia, but she would have made a magnificent Clytemnestra---she could have stabbed a husband in his bath with exultation. But since she had never had a husband, that solution wouldn't do. Miss Marple could not see her murdering anyone else but a husband---and there had been no Agamemnon in this house.

My good Japp, is it possible that you throw the mud in my eyes? I know well enough that it is the Chinaman you suspect. But you are so artful. You want me to help you—and yet you drag the red kipper across the trail.

People more often kill those they love than those they hate. Possibly because only the people you love can really make life unendurable to you.

I should have known when I first saw that picture. For it is a very remarkable picture. It is the picture of a murderess painted by her victim-it is the picture of a girl watching her lover dies.

These women all lose their heads over a good-looking clergyman. You hear of it over and over again.

But Amyas was like all the Crales, a ruthless egoist. He loved Caroline but he never once considered her in any way. He did as he pleased.

Oh, you still don't understand,' he said impatiently. 'I've fallen in love with her, and I'd like you to give me a divorce as soon as it can be arranged.' I suppose, with those words, that part of my life–my happy, successful confident life–ended. It was not as quick as that, of course–because I couldn't believe

jealousy is a pretty good motive for murder – and a pretty common one, too.

No, no, my dear boy, that's where you're wrong. It's very easy to kill—so long as no one suspects you. And you see, the person in question is just the last person anyone would suspect!

Every revolution has had its honest men. They are soon disposed of afterwards.

Creo que la gente mata con mayor frecuencia a los que quiere que a los que odia. Posiblemente porque sólo aquéllos a quienes uno quiere de verdad pueden desbaratar nuestra vida.